il maestro ignoto

London, England. 0700 hrs GMT

I had just picked up my MacBook Air and despite having previously maintained an aloof curiousity about it, I could hardly contain my glee - so much so that I ‘d bounced out of bed a full hour before to head to the secret pickup point. Do bear in mind it’s a sunday.

As it lay, deftly balanced on my lap while I admired the thing, I wondered if every/anything I’d heard about it was true? “Was it really too slow to be useful” - my primary concern.

Imagine then my surprise (hardly a coincidence - I ‘ll explain in a second) to find upon locating the first WiFi terminal and booting up Firefox, these two articles in my RSS reader :-

John Gruber’s amusing comparism between the air and a sports coupe “the MacBook Air is like a sporty convertible coupe” perfectly capable of being enough for anyone without kids and with no need for significant storage space.

AND

this from David Heinemeier Hansson (The dude behind the thing they call RoR) - the paucity of flowery macboy-type analogies are made up for by his article being altogether more compendious.

Coincidence? Nah! Coincidence is Jeremy Beadle and Heath Ledger dying in the same week. This is not coincidence, there something much greater at work here.

I think I am going to love any machine that can sense and alay my fears a good two hours before breakfast.

Ha! I wonder what I should have for breakfast? Air?